At the DeSantis household, there are a lot of presents to open. Olivia turns five today, and we strain to make sure that her birthday doesn’t become a Christmas afterthought (or I guess, in this case, before-thought).
love, wife
In late November, I’d decided one thing I wanted for Christmas. I wanted to start some form of exercise where I could fight something (or somebody). After reconciling that fighting with other people was perhaps a bit too much of a leap for someone accustomed to staring at a blue line, avoiding human contact at all costs, I settled on a cardio kickboxing gym in Jersey City.
wife
I’ve been a trophy husband since 2015. That was when I got fired, although like any bad breakup I’ll maintain that the feeling was pretty mutual.
comfort
Somewhere, I have no idea where, it became fashionable to tell a clearly upset child that “you’re ok”. It seems innocent enough, especially when you consider that through adult eyes, many child “injuries” look fairly innocuous.
